At this, her eyes sparkled, a smile playing on her lips.
“Is that right?” she teased, that smirk of hers driving me wild. She stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around my neck, pressing up against me. My body responded to her instantly, in all the obvious ways. I didn’t even bother hiding how turned on I was. “Who says Iwantyou to kiss me again?”
“Oh, let’s not play games.” I nudged her nose with mine. “I’m pretty damn sure you want me to kiss you again.”
“Kiss a guy in camo?” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know about that.”
“Maybe you want to find out.”
“Yeah. Maybe I do,” she whispered, all the teasing gone. The look in her eyes turned ferocious, a passion that would never be tamed, and I crashed against her lips, stealing a bruising, breathtaking kiss. She moaned my name into my mouth, and I slid my fingers into her silky blond hair, pulling her closer, closer, closer…
Fuck, I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted to devour her, kiss by devastating kiss.
But that, too, was a plot we’d have to catch up on later.
Without another word, we broke apart, linking hands and heading out into the main room to join the others.
“If it isn’t my favorite witch and my favorite pain-in-the-ass incubus.” Haley beamed as Gray and I entered the room, her hope-o-meter off the charts.
“At your service, Hay,” I said, giving her a wink.
“So, the witches are accounted for, but where are the rest?” Gray asked, looking around the room. “Fiona Brentwood? The other shifters and—”
“Not here,” I said. “As far as we know, they only transferred witches to this facility. I’m only here because Dirty Beard can’t get enough of beating me with his big stick.”
I couldn’t be sure, but I swore I heard Gray growling.
“Do you think they’re still back in the caves?” she asked.
“No,” Haley said. “It sounded like they were clearing out from that area altogether. My guess is they didn’t want Jonathan coming back and screwing up the new world order.”
“Alright, everyone,” a commanding voice called from the other side of the room. “We still need to get ourselves out of the building, and that’s going to take a group effort.”
Darius.
“Good to see you again, bloodsucker.” I crossed the room, pulling him into a hug that seemed to surprise him.
“Oh. Right, well, it’s… lovely to see you, as well.” He patted me on the back, then turned away, focusing his attention on the witches.
I looked to Gray, confused. Why had he been so stiff and awkward with me? We weren’t exactly besties, but I thought we’d made some inroads.
“Later,” she mouthed, picking up a badass looking sword from one of the metal tables. It glowed faintly at her touch.
Shit, a lot ofplotto catch up on? Looked like I’d missed the whole fucking movie.
Shifting gears, I said, “I take it the rest of the boys are downstairs, beating those fae fuckholes into a glittery pulp?”
“Ronan and Emilio are,” Gray confirmed. “With the help of the local pack. Emilio’s sister is the chief of police. That’s… another long story.”
“What about Liam? I never thought I’d say this, but I actually miss his spooky ass.”
Gray shook her head, her eyes glazing with pain. Before I could even ask about that, Darius was calling for us again, urging us to follow him down the stairs.
“With any luck,” he said, “our people have cleared the way for our exit. But if there’s any trouble, stay together, and stay down. We’ll handle the fighting for now. Clear?”
The witches mumbled their ascent, too exhausted to argue.
